The court is already in the wind, without the troubles of the court, without the turmoil in the rivers and lakes, Zhao Wujiang has a little "leisure".

Bright and warm sun.

West Zhufang of Chang'an City.

He walked side by side with Wang Yuan and walked in the direction of Suzaku Street.

Ever since he glimpsed a glimpse of the future, he had been depressed in his heart, and the feeling of powerlessness kept him awake at night, wanting to stay by the side of those close to him all the time, so that there would be no more worries.

However, Wang Yuan said that the young man should go out for a walk more, and he pulled him out regardless of the grudge between Wang Yanning and Wang Xi.

At this moment, they are gradually approaching the famous Fengyue Land in the west of the city - Wutong Courtyard.

The small courtyard occupies an area of half a square, the house hangs low, there is no palace and no two floors, the white walls and black tiles of the same color are all the same, ascending and overlooking the distance, there is quite a scenery of the south of the Yangtze River.

Spring is coming to an end, in this period from late spring to the beginning of summer, the Wutong courtyard is full of flowers and grasses, the flowing water is combined, and the scenery is pleasant.

"It's a nice place.

The old man knows that you have been feeling depressed lately, so it's better to come here to relax."

Wang Yuan's sword eyebrows flew obliquely, but the vicissitudes of life in his eyes could not hide his handsome appearance, but added the flavor of time.

In Zhao Wujiang's evaluation, he is a handsome old man.

But Zhao Wujiang frowned deeply at this moment, Wang Yuan said that he wanted to go out with him, but along the way, Wang Yuan seemed to have known about this place for a long time, and he came here with a light car.

Come here to relax, I believe you are a ghost...... Zhao Wujiang rolled his eyes, and Wang Yuan beside him was behind him with one hand, although the indigo robe was not luxurious, it was magnificent, and his gestures had a long-standing posture.

The two men standing outside the door, one majestic and handsome, and the other handsome, made her happy, and she had not seen such a guest in the Wutong courtyard for a long time.

"Two guest officers, standing outside the door, doing something, coming, coming in."

She stepped forward quickly, and without any distraction, she grabbed Wang Yuan's arm and dragged her towards the small courtyard.

"Ladies, magpies welcome the twilight of spring, and the courtyard is a distinguished guest..."

She has three-color paint on her forehead, fragrant and windy, although she is old, but the charm still exists, and at this moment, the two full wind and moon in front of her body rubbed Wang Yuan's arm vigorously.

In the small courtyard, the voice of warblers and swallows gradually rose, and the gorgeously dressed people appeared one after another.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes widened and he looked at Wang Yuan, who was enjoying himself at the moment, and his heart was rushing, you are an old man who takes your son-in-law to play this?

Wang Yuan seemed to feel something, and gave him a blank look, with a look of "I have a good heart, I am not good, I am not good at refusing others, I am afraid of hurting others".

As soon as the girls saw Zhao Wujiang, their beautiful eyes lit up, Zhao Wujiang looked handsome and extraordinary, which made them happy, and at the same time, their beautiful eyes also kept looking, Zhao Wujiang's appearance made them feel that they had seen it somewhere, under the urging of the old mother, they didn't think much about it, surrounded Zhao Wujiang, and hugged into the house.

......

The palace merchant horn is full of feathers, the rhythm is not compatible, the silk and bamboo orchestra sounds, and the girls show their talents, hoping to win the favor of the jade son in front of the table.

But the handsome boy in front of the table just poured a glass of rice wine into his mouth without stopping, lowered his eyebrows, and said nothing.

Wang Yuan also held a glass of wine, and the warbler Yanyan beside him leaned on his body, feeding him snacks and fruits, his old face was full of smiles of enjoyment, but his eyes glanced at Zhao Wujiang at this moment from time to time.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were black and white, staring at the slightly swaying rice wine in the cup in a daze, and the pictures he glimpsed seemed to be constantly emerging in the cup, and he suddenly poured it in, wanting to swallow the haze into his stomach.

After half a year, it will be half a year at most...... He shook his head, the patriarch of the Kunlun Relic Clan told him to go to Cangwu with him in half a year, and Chaos and Lin Tiannan were also telling him that the invincible person in the tomb was about to get out of trouble.

Half... How do I cross so many divine steps? The flashback pictures, the heavens and the earth are full of holes, I first ascended to the second-order land immortal, how to save it?

I can't save it, it's all failed...

"They're all dead..."

He muttered indistinctly.

"Smack."

The cup in Wang Yuan's big hand shattered, his heart was agitated, the beautiful eyes of the girls around him opened slightly, and the sound of music and rhythm also stopped abruptly.

"Let's get a winemaker!" Wang Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

"Don't stop!"

Zhao Wujiang took a deep breath, at this moment his cheeks were rosy, the wine was surging, he smashed the wine glass in his hand, and broke it into a few pieces, he said loudly:

"Let's get a winemaker!"

The girls were shocked, and the little girl smiled and added two new drinking utensils.

Zhao Wujiang poured Wang Yuan a full glass of wine, and a depressed sense of powerlessness instantly hit his whole body, what is the use of fame and fortune *** Marquis? In the future, isn't it all going to be turned into a handful of loess?

He sneered, staggered to his feet, pinched the wine glass with two fingers and shook it gently, his eyes were misty, and he shouted with a mouth full of wine:

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning!"

Wang Yuan looked up at Zhao Wujiang with a shocked face, Zhao Wujiang's talent, he knew it, is he going to chant poetry again at this moment?

He immediately instructed the servant, "Bring the pen! Quick!"

"You don't see the sad white hair of the high hall mirror, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk!" Zhao Wujiang pointed to Wang Yuan's graying hair:.

"Life must be full of joy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink.

Zhao Wujiang, Wang Shiyuan, will enter the wine, don't stop the glass!"

The sound of Lang Lang's poetry spread throughout the hut, and the girls' eyes flashed with brilliance, and the autumn water was surging.

Zhao Wujiang walked towards the girl who stroked the qin, took the piano in her shy gaze, and instead of sitting on the ground, he erected the piano and plucked his fingers messily.

No one thinks that he has lost his demeanor at this moment and does not understand the rhythm, but thinks that he is wanton and crazy, so free and easy.

"Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.

The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand and played cruelty.

What is the master's words, he must sell the right thing."

Zhao Wujiang hugged the qin and sat backwards, leaning on the wine table:

"Five-flowered horse, daughter Qiu, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and eliminate eternal sorrow with you!"

The last sentence of the word "sorrow" was bitten heavily, and the world in his eyes shook, and he collapsed to the ground along the edge of the table, fascinated by his eyes.

There was already silence in the hut, and there was a different kind of silence, and the girls all heard the name in the poem - Zhao Wujiang.

Talented and beautiful, white-clothed prime minister, no one in Chang'an has ever heard of Zhao Wujiang.

The girls timidly looked at the man who fell to the ground as if he was asleep, and stepped forward one after another, wanting to see his face again and sigh again.

Wang Yuan waved his hand, and there was a smile on his old face, this was the first real smile since he entered the Wutong Courtyard.

Let him sleep...... He drank the wine from his glass and laughed, "Don't stop!"

The sound of the silk and bamboo orchestra rises again, and the warblers and swallows are bustling, and the excitement is even more than the beginning.

...

Zhao Wujiang was lying on the ground, Liu Qin in his arms, peaceful and quiet.

Wang Yuan took a sip of wine, on the way to Chang'an, he learned from Li Xuanji that Zhao Wujiang was a warlock, and he was suspected of peeping into the heavens on the way back.

He had seen Zhao Wujiang in the clan before, and he recognized Zhao Wujiang at a glance, young and promising, domineering in his eyes, an unstoppable person in the world, and an unstoppable thing.

But after he got out of trouble, he saw Zhao Wujiang again, it was seven days, and in just seven days, this young man seemed to have been shackled by fate, and it was extremely heavy.

He stared at Zhao Wujiang's calm and smooth eyebrows at the moment, and muttered:

"What did you see?"

The answer to him was the distant Lingnan Road, south of the Cangwu Tomb, an old man with a languid breath, covered in dirt and blood.

"I see the future, the future that I can't resist."